Oh!—Those missiles!

Just as Long Yun was nervous and almost crazy, he was about to enter the Dance of Death with the missile, he noticed that the missile tracks in the sky had clearly changed!

Under Long Yun's blinking gaze, these missile traces that had originally expanded and rushed directly to Red No. 17 are now translating horizontally in sight; this situation should never appear during the normal guided flight of the missile, so there may be only one explanation.

Jammer!

This thing is really useful!

The tension instantly turned into ecstasy, but Long Yun did not relax at all. It was not until he kept a close eye on the "Sparrow" missiles whose thrusters had already burned in the sky avoided his route and consumed precious kinetic energy in vain and distorted in the sky. Finally, he lost control and fell to the boundless Black Sea below. He was really sure that the interference pod played a role.

These originally murderous aspirations and attacked the ferocious Aim-7 missiles seemed to have turned into timid swimming fish under the influence of the interference pod, avoiding Long Yun's red No. 17 Su-27s. Long Yun, who was flying the fighter plane personally, could not help but feel endless desire to fight when he saw the wonders in the sky!

This "Kirillenko Oven" is really great, it is simply the iron shirt and golden bell cover of the fighter!

Originally, relying on maneuver to fight the "sparrows", he could enter the fight calmly, beating the NATO boys to cry and call him mother. Now, Long Yun, who is completely cheating, is even more imposing! He has aroused his fighting spirit, so he sprinted forward with all his strength, while calmly launching two r-27t mounted under the air inlet of the transmitter abdomen to clear the field and open the way.

It seemed as if a sharp knife penetrated the golden roast duck, and the red No. 17 Su-27s coated with a big red five-pointed star, suddenly came to the unexpected NATO fighter plane!

The ruthless crushing technology cheating, coupled with the hideous and terrifying charge, the most important thing is the bright red No. 17 on the fuselage, and the neat shooting down signs; the first time I saw these terrifying death totems vaguely, it seemed that the God Jefferson believed in still did not abandon him completely, but instead sent a clear message with the extreme chill that emerged from his subconscious mind.

——The "flanker" who came out of thin air;

——Bright red tactical number seventeen;

——The lifeless fighting style, a suffocating momentum.

The conclusion is already obvious, so who else can be there?

Jesus Christ, it is really the butcher of the fighter with a blood-colored sickle, the crazy Ivan, the death combine harvester!

——No, this is impossible. Where did the two batches of missiles just now run? How could this Russian madman be... Oh my God, he actually fired in such a violent turn, and the missiles were flying in the sky. This was simply...

With the awareness of entering the fight, the rhythm was disrupted by the sudden appearance of Long Yun. The brigade of fighter jets such as Kamenev followed behind had also launched missile volleys. The 39th Squadron of the 30th Air Wing led by Jefferson encountered two completely different air threats at the same time. The Americans with insufficient combat experience immediately fell into complete chaos.

In the chaotic sky, Long Yun was now in a clear mind; he quickly judged the most threatening target in his mind. He seized the opportunity in his first high-speed raid and fired an R-73 in a sharp turn and smashed the f-15 that tried to circle and intercept him, and then immediately kept high speed and disengaged in the direction of twelve o'clock, so that the opponent in the threat of over-visual missiles could not make any effective pursuit.

Assault, then surprise attack, and quickly escaped after success. Long Yun, the sharpest sharp knife of the Red Air Force, suddenly stabbed into the Americans, turning the over-visual-range missile warfare that was originally a battleship decisive battle into a life-and-death air battle.

Taking advantage of the Americans running around to avoid missiles, Long Yun drove away the burden of R-27. The lighter red No. 17 repeatedly rushed in the sky. The thick and powerful R-73 under his control was simply a death invitation letter. In less than two minutes, Long Yun, who had exhausted the missile, had already cut off three F-15s again. The American's air defense line had collapsed!

Almost suddenly facing an extremely unfavorable situation, looking around in the swaying and fleeing fighter plane, Lieutenant Colonel Jefferson was frightened to find that the sky was filled with black smoke and flames mixed with violent maneuvering tracks.

The wingman Michael, who entered the fight according to his instructions, was the poor Missouri young man, who was already spiraling down at this time and would soon be buried in the dark blue Black Sea waves; and at this time, the wolf was still rushing in the sky and completely lost his layout, and his own fighter jets were attacked by the Russians through a wave of over-visual range assaults. The AA-10 "Poporcine" missile, which was like a meteor shower in the sky, was like a splash of water, and they were reduced several times in a row!

Faced with such a terrifying war scene, Jefferson's heart was shaking uncontrollably.

As a professional soldier, he had also experienced the battlefield in the Middle East. Before experiencing this unprecedentedly fierce East-West war, Lieutenant Colonel Jefferson also believed that this was a good opportunity to make contributions as a pilot. However, although the work in his hands has not stopped, his mood has fallen to the bottom, and his combat will, which was not very strong, is about to collapse.

It's so damn it's so damn it's so damn it's so damn it's so damn it's so damn it's so damn it's so damn it's so damn it's so damn it's so damn it's so damn it's so damn it's so damn it's so damn it's so damn it's so damn it's so damn it

The people inside that terrible Russian "flanker" were simply devils...

Jefferson, who was covered in cold sweat and blurred vision, had a little shaken in his heart's piety towards God. He had a very terrible premonition that today most of their squadron's fighter planes would be buried in the hands of the terrible madman. But the crackling news from the radio was like lightning in the night sky, making the lieutenant colonel who was almost drowning in fear seize the last straw:

"Trout No. 2, Trout No. 2, pay attention to your direction at seven o'clock. Now leave the engagement airspace immediately and leave the contact airspace! Repeat it and leave the 0392 airspace immediately and leave the contact airspace! Finish!"

"...Received! Call the lookout, now leave contact immediately! Finished!"

With the instructions from behind, the 39th Fighter Squadron, led by Jefferson in the sky, was on the verge of despair, and the surviving fighter jets received the order of retreat, so they immediately gave up the precarious interception line and fled to the south with a life-threatening machine under the surveillance of the pre-search machine.
Chapter completed!